One thing about being a dreamer, I find myself believing all kinds of wild and imaginative things. Possibly, it just might be a mantra for dreamers. After all, if I didn’t believe, then Elves wouldn’t exist, Fairies would be a figment of imagination, Ghosts wouldn’t haunt. Possibly, all the voices would be silenced. Life would be so incredibly boring and bland. So it’s terribly annoying when I can’t seem to dream up anything to write.
Image credit; Epona Schweer, my uncommonly talented niece.
“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”